Davy grins in the way he has been doing all day. He's been setting down lots of cash as he happily accompanies drags me to fancy shops. He constantly insists that price is of no concern to him as he drools over the clothes I model for him.
The clothing store employees seem surprisingly delighted to see him so entranced with me, and when I sheepishly ask Davy if he can grab a different size, someone volunteers to grab what I need. When I thank them, they seem surprised I bothered to do so. Overall, it's a good experience except for the lingerie store.
The girl in charge of the fitting rooms swoons over him, seemingly forgetting about me. I'm annoyed when she gives him an invitation to return to roving, but Davy is livid. His demeanor turns cold, and he seems offended by her invitation. I don't miss the look of hurt in her eyes, and my blood runs a little cold when I think about how he's probably done lingerie shopping with other girls pretty regularly, and so the girl probably knew him well.
But in the way he sincerely apologizes, looking for a moment like he's scared I'm going to leave him, I understand that's not his intention. I smile and press a kiss on his cheek, shrugging as I explain she couldn't have known that I've stuck around. He pulls me much closer than is publicly appropriate, murmuring something about making it up to me, before kindly handing me my lingerie.
After that fiasco, he naturally gets me a very expensive dress and a diamond necklace. When I asked him why all this stuff, he smiled surprisingly mysteriously and would tell me the same thing over and over, "It's for tonight."
In the back of a car I never thought I could ever sit in, I gasp as I see the destination that I've been riding in the car for an hour in Davy's lap. He cradled me in his arms the entire time we were in there. Each time the car stopped, he instinctively curled around me protectively. As he did that the first time, I think I know what he's been trying to do all day.
As the car pulls up to golden gates, I instantly recognize the place. Mirage Hotel is a well known luxury hotel that caters to the highest echelon of society. The white mansion with lush green mazes and golden gates inspires many the visitor, and is typically packed. But under the late afternoon sun, the building is silent.
I look back at a grinning Davy incredulously, my eyes wide with confusion. He smiles back at me, his eyes glowing with affection as he acts as if this is completely normal, "It's just us tonight in there, so don't worry about dealing with more people." I nod, still unable to speak. The door on Davy's left opens, and Mike stands off to the side with a wry smile.
The two share a look and Mike gives me a smile and a wink. I slip off of Davy's lap and turn to grab the bags. Peter smiles and gives a whistle, holding up the shopping bags. I smile and shake my head, this still feels like a very realistic dream. Davy grabs my hand with one of his, setting his other on my waist. He laughs and gently guides me inside the hotel, his voice purrs happily, "Our suite awaits love."
I admire the marble floors and the elegant architecture of the interior for a while, my eyes wide with awe. The floors are Italian marble and really gives an elegant, distinguished polish to the building. The decor feels rich and luxurious in the lobby, with velvet, gold, and marble making up the sumptuous lobby.
A soft whistle cuts through my reverie and Micky leans over the desk and bats his eyelashes at me, twirling his hair in his fingers, "Hey, I'll be your bellboy and your concierge all in one so gimme a good tip will ya, sweetheart?" He laughs a little nervously, noticing Davy's dark look at him. I laugh, and gently grab the hand Micky is twirling his hair with, and lean in a little.
I can see the panicked look in his eyes and his flustered blush, and give him a little smirk as I speak quietly, "I'll give you a tip, but you better get your ass in the limo with Peter and Mike when you are supposed to." He nods and takes his hand away, writing in the guest book and handing me the keys to the suite. Peter comes over by Micky with the luggage trolley and sternly whispers into Micky's ear.
Davy raises his eyebrow as he keeps his hand on my waist and calmly leads me to golden elevator doors. Once we are out of earshot of the other boys, he starts to laugh, "You really can keep him in line when you want to. I don't think I've seen him look that panicked except for when Mike does the intimidating schtick." I shrug a little bit, the corners of my mouth curving upwards, " I think he's into getting bossed around by a pretty woman, and the evidence keeps stacking up in my favor." Micky makes it up to us again and smiles excitedly, pressing the button for going up.
Davy smiles at Micky kindly, and Davy's tone fits as he talks to his eager friend, " Hey no hard feelings, right? Just your phrasing of things sounded rude to me." Davy pulls me closer to him affectionately as he talks, "My girl deserves the best, and I don't appreciate it when people don't respect her." Micky looks surprised, he knows that he definitely screwed up.
So, in a surprising move, he decides to be serious and looks in my eyes. His tone is gentle, but he's clearly regretful, "Hey, I didn't mean that like some of your lovely patrons back at work. I'm sorry for sounding like I don't respect you. I wanted to say something stupid and funny, and it looks like I just succeeded at saying something stupid." I nod and glance at Davy, then smile at Micky. I can't help it, I know I have had some lovely conversations with Micky when he decides to not screw around, "Thank you Micky, Davy and I had a slightly irritating day related to that issue, so we're seeing red a little more. Still, I really appreciate the apology." Micky nods as he looks at Davy, then me. Davy sighs as he explains, "I ran into Linda at one of the stores I took Sage to, and Linda came onto me." Micky nods, his expression a mix of emotions, before he sighs, "Yeah I know what you mean, she's definitely into you."
The elevator dings before he can bitch more about Linda, then opens its doors to reveal a simple, yet elegant hallway. The floors and walls are a beautiful mahogany color of wood, with doors blending into the walls. I step out of the elevator with Davy and Micky and he leads myself and Davy to our room at the end of the hall.
With a turn of the key, Davy and I step in and Micky hands the bags to my love. Once Micky is done, he glances at Davy, then hugs the smaller man. Micky seems to whisper something in Davy's ear and then lets go of him. Micky then turns to me, his gaze both sad and full of pride.
He crouches down to my height and looks hesitant as he speaks, "Can I give you a hug?" I smile back at him reassuringly, and hold out my arms. Micky gently puts his arms around me, and whispers quietly, "Hey, if Davy somehow manages to be an asshole, you can call us and we'll get you out of here." I smile, and nod, my voice even, "Thanks T.R. Have a good boy's night with the rest of them and don't get drunk or up on something." He makes a face at my abbreviation for my nickname for him. The long version is "Tragic Romeo," definitely not the kind of nickname he was wanting from me. But it's an in-joke I enjoy, and he's admitted I'm not far off.
Once Micky leaves, Davy flips some of the lights on and slips the don't disturb sign before closing the door and locking it. He sets the key by the door and smiles back at me. I step further inside and gasp, surprised.
The suite is huge, with two French doors separating the rest of the suite from the bedroom and the lighting is soft and sensual. A very elegant and comfortable loveseat is set a little ways away with very soft blankets sitting on it, a record player close to it, and there's a closet for our coats and shoes. I look down as I start to slip off my shoes, my breath hitching in surprise that there's a trail of rose petals leading towards the doors.
I decide to open the doors, and honestly I feel slightly lightheaded from shock. There's a gigantic bed in the middle of the room, with a beautiful canopy over it. The room is entirely candlelit, and the velvet bedsheets are covered in petals. The canopy itself lends little coverage, but adds to the feeling of this room being both romantic and very rich. A cart sits off to the side full of metal trays, presumably for food.
Davy frowns a little, and turns to look at me, worried. His voice is soft and unsure, and puts his hands around mine, "Hey, are you okay? Did I go too overboard?" I look at Davy and sniffle a little bit, trying to keep my tears from ruining my makeup as I speak, "I-I... it's beautiful. I just never thought I'd get to be in love with someone who would put this much effort into making me feel like I'm the only girl you've got.." He smiles and hugs me to his chest protectively, his voice soothing, "Of course you are. You've not given a damn if I was living in a shitty apartment or in a goddamn penthouse, or if I was famous or not. You give so many shits about me, and you deserve this. You deserve a man that'll give you the world no questions asked." He picks me up with a surprising amount of ease, and walks over to the bathroom.
He opens the door of the bathroom and I can't help but drop my jaw in amazement. There's a giant claw-foot tub in the corner, easily large enough for four. The shower next to it also takes up a lot of space, with a large showerhead. By the sink there are full size bottles of products, and the bags with the ball gown and lingerie. He smiles again and gently kisses me on the cheek, his voice soft, "Doll up for me my dear and we can eat and twirl around a little alright? I know with recording and all, I haven't been able to dance with my favorite dancing partner." I smile, and I already feel a little less uncomfortable surrounded by this finery.
I carefully step out of the bathroom, a little self conscious. I don't typically wear this type of clothing, and certainly not this fancy. The dress is a cool, calf length beige, with soft beige and silver sequins on the draped bodice, and petal-like ruffles more towards the skirt hem. The diamond necklace shines brightly, the diamond itself seated between my collarbones on a delicate silver chain. I had also put a bit of perfume on while getting dressed, and the rose scent raises my confidence.
Davy had changed into a sharp suit while I was getting dressed, and like me, he didn't bother with shoes. His eyes widen in awe as he sees the dress on me. He practically stumbles over his feet getting over to me, and he laughs a little to himself. He gently takes my hand and escorts me to the bed, smiling.
Once he gets me to sit on the edge of the bed, he gets up and grabs the cart, bringing it over to us. The food was somehow still warm, as needed, and the two of us made short work of it. I laugh a little at Davy as I sit after the dessert, still digesting all the food I consumed, "I should have insisted on going a little more loose around my stomach so I could fit all this delicious food." He smiles a little, and wraps his arms around my waist loosely, his breath fanning softly across my neck, "Sorry my dear, we can rest a little before I take you for a spin or two." I consider his words, then shake my head, " I was exaggerating, I'm actually more on the comfortable side of full."
Davy nods and looks thoughtful, then gets up and extends a hand to me. I look slightly confused, but I figure like everything else about today, Davy had it figured out. He takes me to the loveseat and I look up at him as I sit down, preening at my dress.
Davy's voice is soft and intimate as he sits next to me and holds his hand out for me, "Care for a dance, love?" I smile and gently take his hand again, and he helps me up. He lets go of my hand and scoots over to the record player, and puts the needle on the record. He runs back over to me and puts his hand on my waist and holds my hand with the other.
The song is slow and romantic, and Davy has me close to him as we twirl around in a waltz. Davy's voice could be heard on the record singing, but it could only capture so much of his voice. The soft breaths he takes between verses, the feeling of his breath on my ear as he softly sings in it are all things a record couldn't capture. At some parts of the song, his hands and voice shake, and I'm pretty sure he's close to tears as the song ends.
He keeps his head tucked by my neck so I can't see his expression of course. As I hear the song start up again, I make my way over to the record player and gently lift the needle arm back to its spot. I sit back down on the loveseat and pat the spot next to me as I grab a tissue box sitting on a side table. His smile is watery as he sits as close to me as he can get without sitting on my dress and accepts the tissues.
After a few minutes of crying, he finally starts to explain in a shaky voice, "I-I couldn't help it, I wrote the lyrics thinking about you and I really think I'm such a damn fool sometimes. I've certainly been about as big of a fool as I can be with girls and I don't want to screw things up with you. I'm sorry if I dragged you around today, I want to make you feel how much of a fool I am about you..." He looks embarrassed and shifts shyly in the seat as he trails off, blushing.
I smile ruefully at his deprecation, and gently tilt his chin up so he can look into my eyes, "Davy, it's okay. I know a lot of people that may have seen you as a bank account. But that's not the only thing I enjoy from being with you. I enjoy moments like just sitting in the car and cuddling with you and laying down with you and talking until late in the night and those things don't cost too much. All this is obviously very nice and I appreciate it, I just, I don't need all the extra people. I just want you to be yourself." Once I'm done explaining, I make my way in his lap and wrap my arms around him.
He looks at me and gently holds me to him, and his voice is soft but happy, "That's a relief, I really organized everything so if you wanted to, this would be as special and memorable as you deserve." I smile and nod, laughing a little, "I figured that out as soon as we walked into the lingerie store. You certainly aren't subtle in your advances." He pouts slightly at me but he smiles and runs one of his hands down my neck, his mood changing in an instant, "Glad to know we are on the same page then. If you are interested, go and change, and I'll meet you at the bed okay?"
I nod and go back to the bathroom, my hands shaking as I take out the lingerie I chose earlier that day. The light blue lace and satin bows of the bra look back at me tauntingly, and I sigh. I get myself out of the dress, choosing to keep on the necklace. Then I slip on the bra and lacy underwear, and I look at the mirror. I'm relatively pleased with what I see, and I slip on the loose white slip and chiffon robe I also found. I had put on nude stockings with white lace at the top earlier, so I didn't need to change that. With a final floof of my hair, and a soft whisper of reassurance in the mirror, I step out of the bathroom.
Davy had chosen to lounge effortlessly on the bed while I was changing, his scruffy brown hair complimenting the chocolate color of his robe that revealed his chest and stomach to me. He looks over his shoulder at me and smiles, his brown eyes reflecting the warmth of the candlelight. There's a sense of hunger to them too, and I blush at his gaze. He beckons me over, his gaze seeming to undress me. I choose to hop up on the bed behind him, and crawl up to the middle of the bed. He turns over and meets me there, sitting next to me.
I smile at him and lay down on the bed, letting him take a look at me. He seems to be frozen still for a bit, then whispers to me, "Can I touch you?" I grab his hand, and place his hand on my cheek, my hand shaking slightly as I manage to get my words out of my mouth, "You can... just, if I tell you to stop, you'll stop, right?" His thumb gently strokes my cheek, his touch is gentle in the way he handles something precious to him such as a record as he talks in a reassuring tone, "Of course I will dove. I know this can be really scary and I don't want to scare you. If something is wrong and you want to go home, I will make sure you get home safely." I smile and laugh a little, my eyes meeting his, "I don't think it'll be that bad, but thank you. Let's just take it easy, yeah?" He nods and laughs a little bit, surprisingly nervously.
He moves in between my legs, parting them slightly as he leans over me. The hand that was on my cheek moves to the back of my head, and his other hand he puts next to me, his voice soft and low as he looks in my eyes, "Can I kiss you?" I loosely wrap my arms on his shoulder as I look at him, both pleased and amused. He looks at me and doesn't move any closer, which I don't expect. I blink and reply, surprised, "You may…" The hand he put next to me intertwines with his other hand and he brings me in for a loving kiss. He sighs and closes his eyes as soon as his lips touch mine, his hands raking through my hair. It's almost as if he's found a spring of water in the middle of a desert with the way he kisses me.
When I break the kiss for air, I notice how flushed he is and smile, feeling more confident about this. So I casually slip off the robe I have on and look up at him. He's watching me with a dazed expression, and a smile on his face as he pants. I reach up and rest my hands on his shoulders as I talk, "Want this off too, love?" He nods, and I slip it off his shoulders, and he lifts up his hands so it falls in a heap behind him. With the fabric off, I eye him up through my lashes and I like what I see. It's nothing I haven't seen before, but nevertheless whoever or whatever shaped him was a goddamn artist. He chuckles a little and his tone is loving, "You can touch if you want, you haven't had a lot of time to explore." With careful hands I trace his muscles on his arms, appreciating his soft skin.
After a little bit, he flexes the muscle I'm tracing carefully, and I let my breath out harshly in surprise, feeling my body jump in response. He laughs a little, and presses a kiss on my fingertips, and through his laughter explains, " S-sorry, I was just sick of sitting still. You don't have to be that careful with me sweetheart." I lightly glare at him, and speak my mind, "You deserve to be treated carefully too y'know. In the future, don't scare me like that, okay?" He nods with a goofy grin, and leans in again, his voice husky again, "I wanna kiss you again already, can I do that?" I smile back at him and nod, my pupils dilated slightly as I bring him close to me, letting him lay his body on mine.
I take the opportunity to put my hands in Davy's hair, the longer soft strands seeming to embrace my fingers. He leans into my touch, eyes fluttering closed momentarily. Then, he puts his hands in my hair again and kisses me again, this time deepening the kiss. I groan a little in the kiss, and I carefully lick at his bottom lip. His eyes open at that and he opens his mouth, letting me brush up against his tongue. His look is hungry and I can tell he's holding back. I let out a little whine as I feel myself getting warmer under Davy's gaze, and I brush myself against his hips.
He tenses at the sensation and breaks the kiss, his pupils blown out. His voice is husky with desire as he pants out to me, "Darling, God please, not yet. I gotta warm you up first." I nod, then with shaking hands slip off the loose slip, revealing what I had put underneath the slip. He lets out a groan as he sees and his voice is strained as he slips his hands out from under my head and grabs at the sheets, "Can I please touch you? You got all pretty for me in my favorite color." I smile and nod, enjoying watching him squirm. He sighs in relief, and starts kissing down my neck, his hands running up and down my sides, occasionally his fingers run over my ass and he squeezes.
Once he finds the right spot on me I whine, feeling myself getting riled up. He bites down on the spot and I gasp slightly at the pain, but the feeling afterwards is entirely worth it. He looks up at me as I gasp, instantly stopping and rolling back into a sitting position, concerned. He sounds worried as he speaks, "Did I bite too hard? I can grab a bandage and--" I grab him by some of his hair and pull him down to my level, looking him in the eye as I explain in a surprisingly heated tone, "I want you to do it again." He swallows in the way he does if I tease him just a little too much and nods meekly, his voice still hoarse with want, "Yes ma'am." The smile I give is by all accounts smug as I let go of him, looking at the wet patch on the front of his pants.
Just as he's about to go at it again, I keep my tone light as I ask, "Do you want those pants off my dear?" He nods and instinctively responds with a "Yes, please," that I take note of. I calmly slip him out of his pants and look shamelessly at his boxers. He blushes at my gaze and shifts awkwardly under it, and I regain my gentle demeanor. He takes a few breaths and is on me even more, pawing at my skin, and the bite he leaves causes a new, high pitched squeak to come from me.
He smiles as he disconnects from my neck and starts to play with the straps of my bra, his eyes glowing. He looks up at me and his voice is calm as he talks, "Do you want this off my dear? " I arch my back up, and unclasp my bra with ease. I don't miss the slightly concerned look that passes over his face. I shrug and simply state, "I'm double jointed in my shoulders. That and a fair amount of yoga as a kid." He lets out a breath, and his eyes widen as he looks at my chest.
He looks up at me, searching my expression. I nod, and shift my hips slightly to accommodate my desire.He kisses across my collarbones, and makes his way down to my nipples. I sigh contentedly as I watch him. To my own surprise, I feel safe and comfortable with what is going on. I tenderly stroke his hair, and my hands wander to his shoulders and upper back instinctually. Davy mumbles between kisses to me, "That feels nice love." He runs his tongue over one of my nipples and I giggle at the sensation, my eyes briefly closing. He laughs too, the sultry playboy act dropping and showing me the Davy that I know better.
He smiles and continues at a slow and gentle pace, his tongue carefully working to harden my nipples. My face heats up as we make eye contact and he winks at me, his hands giving my chest a brief teasing squeeze. As I feel myself heating up even more, I grind against the velvet and lace still on me and whimper at the sensations traveling up my body. He briefly pauses to run his hands over my hips and watches me, his smile growing. I can barely look him in the eye, as I feel pathetic falling apart in front of him.
He stops and carefully adjusts himself so he's looking in my eyes, his expression concerned again, "Hey, it's okay to enjoy yourself, I want you to feel good. I'm happy sitting here and paying attention to you." I look at him, flushed and embarrassed, and I nod before whining a bit, "I know, and that's nice, but I'd rather you actually do something about it." He smiles and hugs me, his voice soft and good natured as he talks to me, "I thought you'd never ask my dear."
He sits between my legs again and gently traces my sides, and kisses down my stomach, his eyes soft with affection. Once he gets to the edge of my underwear, he looks up in my eyes, and his voice is kind as he asks, "Can I take these off?" I breathe in and out, I am antsy with anticipation and a little bit of anxiety. I don't do this really ever, and I hope to God my through shaving and after shaving did the job down there.
I nod, and manage to squeak out a soft "Yes," in response. He gently smooths my hair on my head to soothe me, and leans in. His voice is sympathetic as he reassures me, "It's okay, you're gorgeous to me. This part can sting, so tell me and I'll stop, okay?" I nod, and hesitantly lift my hips up so he can take off the lacey mess sitting on me. He carefully slips off my underwear and his jaw drops slightly.
I squirm and reach for my underwear, self conscious as I speak, "I, um it's okay I can just curl up with you if you--" Davy frowns at that, his voice gentle but firm as he cuts me off, "No. You look gorgeous, even prettier than I could imagine," he bites his lower lip a little bit as a soft whine emits from his throat. I smile at his predicament and sit up too, my eyes meeting his.
I gently touch his waist and keep my voice level as I ask, "Would you like these off now, or do you want to wait?" He smiles and gently picks up my hand and kisses my fingers, his voice strained, "L-let me handle this at least for tonight. A different night, if you like, we can switch things up." I nod and let myself fall down onto the bed again, still looking at him.He lays down on his stomach between my thighs and gently presses some kisses on my inner thigh as he parts my folds with a couple fingers. His breath fans across my thigh heavily as his voice is thick with awe as he talks, "Is all this just for me? I'm so lucky," and he lifts his fingers up to his mouth. He sucks on his own fingers and as he notices me watching him, gives me a wink and pulls his saliva covered fingers out of his mouth. He smiles in a cheeky way as he mouths off, "Well you're better at that than I am," and I can't help but laugh.
